Bill Cosby's perp walk was striking for its overwhelming lack of grace and power. It was an exploitation of our assumptions of fragile old age.
It was the explicit manipulation of a studiously unattractive sweater.
Cosby, who is accused of drugging and sexually assaulting Andrea Constand in 2004, arrived at the small courthouse in suburban Philadelphia last week on the supportive arms of two attorneys. He looked as though he had been suddenly rousted from a fireside nap, helped up from his comfortable rocking chair and asked to put aside his favorite cigar, then forced to make a bewildering appearance before a judge. That was the first-glance illusion as he stumbled down the path towards the courthouse door.
For Cosby, of course, none of this - the charges, the perp walk, the media throng - was a surprise. One of Cosby's attorneys, Monique Pressley, has said as much. And so, there was time for his costuming to be considered.